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This is for Friday. This photo is from an early Art Brut shoot.

I've said it before--and not because I thought it up myself--Eddie Argos should clearly be cast as grown-up Neville Longbottom. It actually came up on a plane once when Art Brut was on tour. The in-flight movie was 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.' The resemblance could not be ignored in those close quarters.

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In Harry Potter My Way, Henry Ian Cusick is Mad-Eye Moody.

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In my version of things, Jason Isaacs plays a professor of Vampire Studies.

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Continuing to mash up the casting of Harry Potter, here's Dan Radcliffe as Professor Lupin, struggling against the effects of the oncoming full moon.

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This week, I feel like recasting the Harry Potter movies [again]. Here's Christian Bale as Sirius Black in a contemplative moment after changing from canine to human. Fetch.

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Let's forget for a moment, shall we, that Alan Rickman is doing a serious Ibsen play in Brooklyn. This scene from Harry Potter, when Neville Longbottom reinvents Snape in his grandmother's clothing, is far too short.

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I snagged this photo from Flickr, I think, so I don't know if this is it's original cropping, but there is just so much to say about what is and isn't in this picture. First of all, if that is a real baby, I have to say, it looks like one of those perfect prop babies they use to film with when no one has to interact with the baby. Secondly, if it is a real baby, you have to love how the mom is scooched out of the frame in favor of the other photographer's big hand. The real subject of the photo is, of course, Henry Ian Cusick greeting fans at LOST's season 6 premiere, about a year ago. I would quip that popular actors have to be like politicians, out with the public shaking babies and kissing hands, but that unintentionally implies a crime, so I won't.

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Art Brut's Eddie Argos and our friend Keith TOTP, a brilliant musician when he's not hanging around Eddie....

This post is for Friday.

That glass looks as though it may have once held a lovely pint. On New Years Eve, I took a vow of abstinence--of alcohol, my own little prohibition--for the month of January. I didn't tell anyone and, anyway, I originally did it to lose weight. But then it became a thing to see if I could actually do it for a whole month. You'll notice that I'm now referring to the endeavor in the past tense.

I caved a tiny bit last night when my husband brought home a bottle of Talisker Single Malt. He's as frugal/thrifty as a Scot, so this was a big, big deal. And it's from f---ing Skye, for God's sake. So in fact, I had a wee dram; but I was prepared to consider that just a cosmic anomaly in an otherwise tidy alcohol-free month.

Okay, tonight we attended the elementary school science fair--that my son participated in and which probably led to the bottle of Talisker being purchased. You see, my husband takes my son's science projects very personally. If you don't know what I mean by this point, you never will, so I'll just leave it at that.

Anyway, one of the kids' projects compared the effect of black light on various solutions--as in, can you make them glow like a lava lamp, man--and apparently a big trigger for black light brilliance is quinine, as in tonic water. That's just lovely, but the kid had drawn a picture of a bottle of Schwepp's. The name brand. I nearly got in the car and went to the store right then. You see, I knew I had the gin at home.

Still, my virtue survived intact. But once I pulled into the driveway of my home, I remembered that my husband was out of coffee filters--I drink tea, I'm not hampered by these things--and this is the same husband who had been up until 4 in the morning working on the....well, you know. So coffee filters I would go a-getting.

I'm in Target [full disclosure: I am a Target stockholder] and my phone rings. It's him. He has a list of things the kids have requested once it was learned that I was headed for the store. Everything on the list was orange--Kraft macaroni, OJ, Sunkist soda, a Goldfish-type knock-off called Chickadees....oh, and one thing that's not orange, somethin' for Dad. Tonic water.

That was the end. I said, "I'm in." I am currently enjoying my gin and tonic, crafted by Himself.

I made it 19 days.

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A group of friends and I celebrated this week the birthday of one of our own who has been known to create the most beautiful posts based on the film 'The Gospel of John'. Here is Ian Cusick in the role of Jesus, in a screen cap rendered black and white by our lovely friend.

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Jason Isaacs at the UK premiere of 'The Kid', September 2010.

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I wanted to revisit this cover of 'Radio Times' because it features a spectacular picture of Dan Radcliffe. It's not the first times he's been on their cover--he was there a few years ago when he guest starred on Ricky Gervais's show 'Extras'.

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Christian Bale in Paris.

I was a free man in Paris

I felt unfettered and alive

There was nobody calling me up for favors

And no one's future to decide.

-Joni Mitchell

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The visiting Abbey Theater of Ireland has set up its own snow-piled ice palace at this outpost of the Brooklyn Academy of Music, a thaw-proof production of “John Gabriel Borkman,” Ibsen’s penultimate play and a work described by no less an authority than Edvard Munch, the painter who gave us “The Scream,” as “the most powerful winter landscape in Scandinavian art.”

I'm quoting here from the New York Times review of the play that Alan Rickman is currently starring in. If you'd like to read the full review, you can get to it here:

http://theater.nytimes.com/2011/01/14/theater/reviews/14john.html

The photo I've posted is from the earlier production. I gather from the photo posted with the NYT review that the set design has changed for the new edition at BAM.

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Here is the intersection of the two great waves of music that crashed upon the shore of my youth--Californians Joni Mitchell and David Crosby [and a cute baby that could be someone's grandpa by now] and one-man British invasion Eric Clapton. My idol Henry Diltz took this photo in the late Sixties.